Cindy gazed hungrily down Bobby's back, watching his ass pound up and down. Her small cunt was burning hotly, the swelling of an orgasm deep inside her shaking, flat stomach. She had come already, but this one was huge, really huge.
"Ohhhhh, I'm gonna come, again!" she screamed. "Oooooh, suck me, Barbara! My cunt is on fire! I'm gonna come… again!"
The spasms caused her cunt to grip at Barbara's tongue, holding it so tight she had difficulty thrusting it in and out. She was clinging to Cindy's hips now, trying to pull the sweet cunt harder into her face. Her nose was pressed into the crinkle of that tiny asshole, almost cutting off her breathing. She jerked her cunt up and down, meeting the energetic thrusts of her son's cock. She felt, through her intense excitement, each throb of his cock. The hairy lips of her cunt clutched his prick with waves of rippling wetness.
Bobby pulled his mouth off his mother's tit.
"… uh… uh!" he groaned with each plunge of his prick.
Cindy grabbed his head and pressed his face against her shaking stomach. Unable to breathe, he managed to twist his head to one side.
"Ohhhhh, shit, shit, shit?" he grunted. "I'm gonna… I don't know if I can keep this up! Mother, your cunt is squeezing my cock off! Ooohhh, shit!"
Cindy screamed as her orgasm exploded. Her small body shook violently, and she hugged Bobby's head tighter than ever into her stomach.
"I'm coming! Oooh, fuck that cunt, Barbara! You're making me come! Ooooh, I love to come! My… my, pussy… is so hot! I'm coming!"
Barbara felt the tightness of Cindy's cunt grow even more so, then the increase of pussy juice filled her mouth. For a moment she wasn't sure if Cindy was coming with more juices, or if she was pissing into her mouth. Either way, Barbara was going out of her mind with ecstasy.
"There!" Bobby shouted, straining into his mother's cunt. "I'm coming, Mother!"
She had felt the hard throbs of her son's cock burning against her gripping cunt. She felt the gushing of his thick come juice as it spurted along the walls of her pussy. The orgasm that had been swelling so painfully inside her body erupted. She screamed into Cindy's cunt, tossing her hips hard onto her son's spewing prick. The milking sensation of her cunt drew the creamy come juice from her son's balls as Bobby smashed them onto her shaking ass.
Barbara felt coolness on her face as Cindy slipped her pussy off. The coolness felt good, but she preferred the wet heat of the delicious cunt. She moaned softly as her son pulled his cock from her pussy. Alone, not being touched, her body seemed to twitch and writhe, manipulated by unseen hands. She gasped with exhaustion, arms and legs splayed wide.
Cindy, her face glowing and relaxed, was smiling. She was almost angelic. Her fine little cunt quivered, the pink lips twitching. The tip of her clit seemed to have drawn inward, protectively. She leaned against the couch, tiredness obvious in her body. Bobby had fallen on his back, his young chest heaving up and down.
Barbara rolled onto her stomach then slowly got to her hands and knees. Slowly, almost as if it were painful, she stood. Her body swayed a moment, her knees threatening to collapse.
"My God!" she whispered. "I'm worn out. Who would ever believe two young kids like you two could wear a woman like me out?"
Cindy giggled, and Bobby simply smiled.
"I don't know how many times I came," Barbara said stroking the bruised lips of her cunt tenderly. "I lost count after the first one."
"Damn," Bobby teased. "And I wanna fuck again, too!"
"You're full of shit," Barbara grinned down at her son. "You couldn't get a hard-on right now if your life depended on it."
"You might be right, Mother," he replied, feeling his cock. "You just might be right."
"Anyone need a cool drink?" she asked. "I think I can walk to the kitchen. I'm not sure, but I can try."
Bobby and Cindy both wanted a cool drink. Barbara walked slowly and unsteadily, her legs held apart as if her cunt was raw.
The lemonade was cold, and both Bobby and Cindy drank two tall glasses.
"I gotta go home," Cindy pouted. "I promised my mother I'd be home for dinner, and look at the time."
It was getting late. Barbara wondered where the time had gone. She and Bobby watched the girl dress. Her tight panties were arousing. Cindy pulled her dress on, then tried to smooth out her blonde hair. Her blue eyes were very bright.
"I can come back tomorrow," she said. "I can do anything I wanna during the day, but I always have to be home before dark. It pisses me off, too."
"Then piss on me," Barbara said in a whispery voice. "If it pisses you off, honey, you know where to piss, don't you?"
Cindy giggled. "I've always wanted to piss that way, Barbara, you make it even more exciting! I think you're wonderful, and so are you, Bobby."
"Then you're not mad because my cock went in your cunt?"
"It was time anyway," Cindy replied. "Who wants to wait a year, anyway?"
After Cindy had gone, Barbara and her son sat for a while longer. Barbara was slowly regaining her strength. But her son, she realized, wouldn't be much good to her for the rest of the night. She didn't mind, really. She wasn't certain her cunt could take any more cock right now.
"Fucking can become, a habit, can't it, Bobby?" she asked. "I mean, the more you get, the more you want."
"I could fuck all day, Mother," he replied.
"How are you going to keep that cock up all day?" she flicked his prick with her toes. "You need a rest once in a while."
"I've got a tongue," he reminded her.
Barbara chuckled. "You can sure eat cunt, darling! I thought for a while there you were going too suck it right off me."
Bobby grinned, sticking his tongue out and wiggling it. "I'd suck your cunt again, Mother, except I think I have to take a piss."
Barbara's eyes turned hot. She slitted them at her son and looked at his cock. She spread her thighs slowly. "Why don't you piss on me? Or better yet, piss in me."
"I couldn't get my cock in you right now," he said, looking between his mother's thighs at her hairy cunt.
"I bet we can," she said. "Do you want to try?"
"Piss in your cunt?" he asked.
"We can try," she replied.
Bobby was willing, eager.
Barbara sat upright, taking her son's cock in her hand. She held it up, kissing his prick-head. She swirled her tongue about it, then kissed him on his piss hole. When she looked up at him, her eyes were so bright he could see what looked like tiny flames in them.
Barbara lifted herself to the couch. She sat with her ass hanging over, her long legs wide.
"Put your cock in my cunt, Bobby," she whispered. "Put your prick in Mother's pussy and piss in it."
Bobby moved between her thighs. As his mother pulled the hair-lined lips of her cunt wide, he managed to stuff the head of his cock an inch inside it.
"We need more in me," she said, her voice becoming husky. "Stuff some more cock in me, honey."
Bobby managed to stick a little more of his cock into her cunt. That was all.
"Now piss in me," Barbara hissed. "Piss in Mother's cunt, baby. I want to feel your piss fill my pussy." She held the lips of her cunt open, and Bobby looked down, seeing a little more than the head of his cock inside.
A rippling tremor went through Barbara as she waited, anticipating the heat of her son's piss flooding her cunt. Bobby strained, then dribbled a few drops.
"Ohhhh, you have to piss hard," Barbara purred. "Piss a real strong stream in my cunt. I want to feel it splashing in my pussy, Bobby!"
Bobby strained again. It was harder to piss than he thought with his cock inside her cunt! But the stream grew, making his mother moan softly.
"That's it!" Barbara yelped as her son began to piss with a stronger stream. "Piss hard! Oh, I can feel you pissing in my cunt, Bobby! Oooooh, piss – piss in me! It's so warm, and you're filling my pussy up!"